it is true.
she knows what will happen.
its all been said and done before.
it'll start by saying "you've changed".
how many times has she heard that line.
in that three and a half.


you hold tight to your tomorrow.
cause there's no one here except yourself.
i did not come to beg or borrow.
were you expecting someone else?


every single time she attempts.
it opens up an archery range.
susceptible, vulnerable, running the risk.
of getting shot right through the heart.
and even though she knows.
her archer rarely ever misses the bullseye.
she never stops taking a chance.
she never gives up trying for salvation.


is she starting up from square one.
is she back where the gunshot's heard.
a substitution all along i see.
well then i guess.
the day she stops hurting.
is the day she stops caring.
altogether.


born without a heart defect
i am a father's son
one day i will be here
the next i'll be gone.

perfection at 5:01 PM